‘I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make any friend proud of my memory but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had time, I would have made myself remembered’…………..John Keats
Treading the path of life,
I adhered not to the principles
Established by the world
In connection with beauty——-
What is beautiful and what is not beautiful.
With my own experiences, I do understand
That all are beautiful
And I find not the cockroach
Less beautiful than the butterfly.
Who is ugly and who is beautiful?
All are beautiful depending on the onlooker.
Who is beautifully touchable and who is not?
All are touchable,
My inner voice says so
And my audacity of thoughts defines thus,
All creations of God
Are beautifully touchable.
Warfare and destruction are rampant
And the battlefield too has her beauties—–
The beauty of fighting like a patriot,
To protect one’s motherland,
The beauty of dying like a hero
And the beauty of accepting death
When and where it comes.
There is beauty in adversity,
Where one learns perseverance, forbearance,
Endurance pared to perfection.
The mundanely meandering river,
The papier mache puppets, the delineated rubble
Are all glimpses of beauty
Where experience beautifully crystallizes
Into blissful memories.
Every flower promises to be a fruit,
Every son promises to be a man,
Every well promises water,
Every oyster promises a pearl,
Every breeze promises a fragrance,
Every poet promises a poem,
Every woman promises the beauty of breasts
And every man promises the strength of muscles,
All based on the principle of beauty.
There is always
A promise of beauty
For the principle of beauty
Falters not and wavers not.